Breaching His Defenses by Allyson Lindt (me reader .TXT) 📕

was showing the slides. Traveling on the company dime wasn’t worth it if this was what she had to put up with.

She almost laughed at the thought. Who am I kidding? It totally is. First time in Vegas, she already had memories to show for it, and she only had to surrender a few hours to boredom in exchange. She still had nearly three days left in town, the last day as authority-free as the first, and she was going to take advantage of her time here.

The room didn’t empty immediately, as she’d thought it would. Some people lingered in corners, heads bowed together. Others waited to talk to her. She wouldn’t have minded setting everything else aside and spending hours just chatting with people and answering their questions, but it didn’t seem like anyone wanted real answers, just more pretty special effects. She used the excuse of needing to pack up her laptop and projector to give vague replies to vague questions. The room had come with its own computer technology, but since she was there representing a tech company, she’d brought their higher resolution equipment.

She’d expected to have to argue to get the budget for it, but Hayden had agreed appearances were important. Despite her reluctance to chat, she wasn’t in a rush to get back, so making sure everything was securely packed away was a good excuse to drag her feet.

She shook hands with a couple of people in suits, accepted the compliments, and exchanged business cards. The entire time she was intently aware of Jared and Vivian hovering in the back of the room. Would it be worse or better if it was just him? What could they get up to if everyone else left? An unpleasant voice reminded her of Hayden’s warning from that morning. Stupid propriety.

And then almost everyone else was gone. Vivian stood near the back door, but her attention was directed outside the room. Mikki’s heart hammered a beat on her ribs when Jared approached.

“Let me guess.” His familiar voice called to the pleasant half of her warring thoughts. “You’re not the one who writes all the pretty words that take forever to say nothing.”

She cursed her racing pulse. It was because he’d startled her was all. It has nothing to do with the chills his voice sends down my spine. “I wrote it myself, if that’s what you’re implying. I’m not just a pretty face.”

“I wouldn’t dare assume anything of the sort.” He stood less than a foot away. Slacks and a suit coat had replaced the jeans and T-shirt from last night, and he looked incredible. He leaned against the podium, shoulders tilted toward her. He wore the same flat, difficult-to-read expression he’d had on when they’d first met last night. His gaze flickered over her before he met her eyes, and a hint of a smile threatened his face. “You know, when they talk about the NSS prodigy, they leave out the bit about you being really good at sounding like you’re saying everything when you’re not really saying anything.”

She blinked and shook her head at the double talk. Insult or compliment? “Only when it’s required of me.”

“I mean it in the best way possible. I was impressed. And sympathetic, if it helps.”

Warmth flooded her face, and she couldn’t ignore the pleased note springing though her.

He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut again, brow furrowing for a moment. He took a deep breath. “I don’t have any idea how to do this other than being direct, so please don’t take it the wrong way.”

“I’ll do my best not to?” Wow, this was awkward. Maybe she should have considered the morning after before now. Still, she was tired of a morning of vagaries. Actually hearing someone speak his mind would be a nice change.

“Last night was incredible.” A current of confidence and heat ran through his words. “But I didn’t know who you were.”

Okay, she could do this. They’d set things right and life would move on. “I told you.”

“You told me your first name.”

Right. Embarrassment flooded her. So he really hadn’t recognized her name. She couldn’t believe she’d assumed something like that. Just because she knew who he was didn’t mean she’d ever registered on his radar professionally. The realization kicked stones in her gut. At least that meant he didn’t hold her hack against her, right? “I’m sorry.”

He studied her for a moment, brows furrowed. “I should have poked for more information.”

She couldn’t help herself and let the teasing slip out. “I think you did an incredible job poking.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up, but the smile vanished before it could form completely.

Don’t be pleased he smiled. You’re not trying to impress him. Nah, I totally am. She nodded toward the door, and Vivian. “Does she know…?”

This time his smile bled in and stayed. “She knows how to keep quiet, if you’re worried.”

He glanced around him before locking his gaze on her again, and stepped closer. She should put more space between them, except his heady scent, and the response her body had to the crisp smell, made reason evaporate. He wasn’t touching her, but he was close enough she felt his heat.

He tilted his head toward hers, and the growing tingle in her belly stretched through her, hardening her nipples. Damn her body for betraying her need to put this behind her. His breath was hot on her ear when he spoke. “I still had an amazing time last night, don’t doubt that. Even if it was just one time, and even though we can’t do it again, I’m glad you gave me the souvenir.”

Every inch of her screamed to lean in. To grab one last kiss, or something more. To add to the taunting fantasy dancing in her thoughts. She shoved it all aside and replaced the distance between them. The cool air rushing around her didn’t soothe her roaring blood. She kept her smile casual. Apparently, picking his brain wouldn’t be an option right now.

She needed to bring her body under control and regain her rational ability to speak, before they could have a decent conversation. She would fan girl after he was gone and she was alone, and then tell her brain to start doing more than just swooning when he was around. Maybe next time they ran into each other, she could actually talk to him.

She shouldered her laptop and took another step back. “Me too.”

They exchanged generic goodbyes, and she reined in the impulse to make the conversation any more than it already was. After he was gone, she packed up the rest of her stuff.

“Mikki.” A pleasant female voice cut through her rambling thoughts as she left the room.

She whirled to face Vivian. Given the time they’d spent together when she’d interviewed with Skriddie Bust—they’d hung out after hours, seen the town, all as part of the recruitment speech—this conversation should be casual and normal. But Vivian knew. Maybe everything, since she’d seen them singing together last night, and it looked like she’d been running interference while Jared talked to Mikki. Does she think less of me? Is that even possible? Based on what Hayden had told her, Vivian’s opinion of her was no longer measurable anyway. She hoped her tone sounded even and calm. “Good to see you again.”

Vivian’s smile grew, never appearing anything but genuine. Every hair was perfectly in place, and her suit looked like it cost more than everything Mikki had packed. “You never told me you’re so impressive on stage.”

Is she talking about last night, or today? “It’s not really the kind of thing that comes up in casual conversation.”

“I guess not. I’ll let you get back to work soon. I just wanted to let you know it was a great presentation. I’m just sorry you weren’t giving it for us.”

A trickle of surprise nudged Mikki’s senses, surging around every time Hayden had warned her that Skriddie was disappointed in her actions. On several occasions, he’d told her Vivian made no secret of the fact she was glad she hadn’t hired Mikki after all. What were the words he’d used? That Vivian couldn’t have someone working for her who didn’t know the difference between ethics and a challenge. “I’m sor—”

“Don’t.” Vivian waved her off. “You did what was right for you. But you should know, I still want you on our team, so if you ever change your mind…”

Mikki shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She’s kidding, right? She started to say she was happy where she was, but the words died before they reached her lips. Odd. “I didn’t think the job was still available.”

Vivian furrowed her brows. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

 “You know… What I did.”

“It’s in the past now, right? We’re all adults. We can handle it.” Vivian adjusted her purse and glanced at her phone. “I’m sorry, I have an appointment. You still have my card?”

At least no one there was still mad about her hack. A guilt Mikki didn’t know she was carrying slipped away. They exchanged handshakes and said their goodbyes. As soon as the other woman was gone, Mikki sank into a nearby chair. Her head was whirling even more than before. The two contrasting conversations had her thoughts in a jumble. She wasn’t cut out for this casual sex thing, so why was she willing to do it again if it meant another night with him?

Bad road to go down. She needed to get back to work. She forced her feet one in front of the other toward the exhibit hall.

The next hour in the NSS booth dragged like dial-up. People came and went, but most of them only stopped for the free stress-relief balls with the company logo on them. She couldn’t ignore her tingle of disappointment at the distinct lack of Jared’s familiar face in the Skriddie booth.

“Michaela.” Hayden stepped into an empty spot next to her, smile wide and warm. “Great job this morning. Everyone’s talking about the impression you left, and we’ve pulled in a couple of significant leads.”

“Thanks.” The compliment warmed her, and she couldn’t help but grin. It was true, sometimes he fell into the repetitive, micro-manager role, but it was times like this she remembered he really did recognize and appreciate her skills.

“So.” He puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly. “Something’s come up this afternoon, and I need you to step in a second time.”

Her mind whirred, trying to process the words. “For…?”

“There’s that panel on shopping cart security. I can’t make it, so you’re up.”

Epic. That meant no script, shoot-from-the-hip answers, on a topic she loved to discuss when she was given free rein. “Awesome. Absolutely. I’m there.” She couldn’t keep the excitement from her voice.

He gave a small laugh and shook his head. “Glad to hear it. Just do me a tiny favor.”

“Of course.”

“There will be five of you on the panel, including a representative from Skriddie. My only request is you steer clear of them outside of the discussion. No reason to bring up bad blood here, right?”

Something ticked in the back of her head. That was the second time today he’d mentioned avoiding them. He seemed more fixated on the issue than anyone at Skriddie, and considering he wasn’t the one whose network had been hacked, that seemed odd.

Maybe he’s just looking out for me. Except, she couldn’t make herself believe it. For a brief moment, she considered telling him Vivian had assured her it was all done and in the past. Instead, she just turned a smile on him. “Of course not. I’ll behave.”

“Go grab some lunch.” He nodded toward the exhibit hall doors. “Panel’s at two-thirty. Take it easy until then.”

“Right, sure.” As she wandered away, she couldn’t help the doubt gnawing at her thoughts. Vivian had been genuine. Sure, there were some things Mikki didn’t know, but she thought she could at least tell when someone was being phony. But apparently either Vivian or Hayden had lied to her. A million prickles crawled under her skin at the idea Hayden knew more about the situation than he was saying. She just wished she had a focus for her misgivings, rather than just a suspicion.